Capítulo 9: 9: The Wolf and The Doe (Warning R-18+)
(Moat Cailin, The Causeway, The Neck, The North, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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Moat Cailin was abuzz with activity, more activity than ever before. It was the Wedding of Lord Barthogan Blackstark and Cassandra Baratheon Every Northern Family was in attendance, and Most of The Stormlands Nobility was in attendance as well.
Stood before the Heart Tree in Gleaming Black Plate A Red Sword at his Hip, His Brother's Brandon and Ned beside him as his Woodsmen, while Cassandra Baratheon was walked through the leaves by her brother Robert.
"Who Comes before the Old Gods this Night?" Lord Rickard asks.
"Cassandra of the House Baratheon, comes here to be wed, a Woman Grown, Trueborn, and Noble, innocent and pure. She comes from the Lights of the South, to be blessed by the God's Trees, Marsh, Stream, and Snow, and taken with open arms into her marriage and faith. Who dares to claim her?" Robert Baratheon said with a small prideful smile, but it's clear he has reservations with the fact his sister has so readily cast aside the Seven despite his own lack of piety, but the threat as well as the warning is in the tone.
"Barthogan Blackstark, Born of Houses Stark and Blackstark, Lord of the Causeway and Protector of Blackstark Bay. Who dares to give her?" Barthogan replies, making sure to return Robert's tone back in his face.
"Robert, of the House Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. Her Twin Brother, Lord, and Protector." Says Robert, and Barthogan doesn't know whether or not he should laugh or not at the word Protector as that had been more or less what he'd been doing while Robert was in the Vale. Irresponsible twat.
"We are gathered here in the sight of the Gods of the Forest, Mash, Streams, and Snow today for two joyous reasons, to welcome Cassandra into our faith, and to celebrate her marriage to a Son of the Old Gods." Lyarra Stark Intones.
At this every Northerner draws steel and Raises it into an arch as soon as Cassandra and Robert pass by. Before the two reach the Tree, Brandon and Ned Draw Steel and hold Robert and Cassandra at bay. "Cassandra Baratheon." Brandon starts.
"Do you swear to abide by the Laws and Customs of the North and Your New Faith." Ned Continues.
"To live and die by the Law as laid down by The Old Gods, First Men, and King Aerys?" Brandon Finishes.
"I Do." She Replies.
"Do you Swear, to Respect your Lord, Mother his Children, and Bare Steel for when he cannot?" Ned Asks.
"I Do." Cassandra replies.
"And Do you Swear to Protect these lands till death do you part? Till the snows melt and the leaves fall?" Asks Brandon.
"I Do." She replies.
Sharing a look between them, before looking to Barthogan, who nods his head. Ned and Brandon Sheath their Steel. "Then our duty is done, and when the Pack grows your duty begins." Ned and Brandon finish in unison before stopping their blocking of the path to the Heart Tree.
"Lady Cassandra, do you take this Man for your Lord and Husband?" Asks Rickard Stark.
Cassandra looks to Barthogan, before looking around the Godswood.
"I Take this man for my Lord and my Husband." She replies resolutely.
"Lord Barthogan, do you take this Woman for your Lady and Wife?" Asks Lyarra.
"I take this woman for my Lady and Wife." Barthogan says firmly.
"In the sight of the Old Gods, We bind these two in marriage, we seal their souls together, and bond their hearts for eternity. Come Winter, Come Spring. Come Summer, Com Autumn, this Man and this Woman are One Soul, One Heart, and One Life." Rickard and Lyarra say in unison, as Barthogan and Cassandra join hands, kneel before the heart tree, and bow their heads in token of submission.
When they rise following a moment of silent prayer, Barthogan removes Cassandra's Maiden's Cloak, and places the Bride's Cloak around her shoulders. Reaching up to cup her chin, and brings her lips to his.
A Silence passes before Cassandra presses her lips against his, and the Marriage begins. Once the two part their lips, Barthogan picks her up into his arms Bridal Style and carries her to the feast in his arms.
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The Feast was in full swing, and Barthogan and Cassandra were abstaining from too much alcohol, as they wanted to be lucid enough to fuck, because no fucking, meant it was an invalid Marriage, in the light of the Gods of Old OR New. Plus, too much liquor meant he probably wouldn't be able to get it up and keep it up.
It wasn't going to be long before someone, probably the Umbers, got drunk off their tits and yelled for the Bedding Ceremony. Umbers were like that, or was it just Greatjon Umber? Hard to say,
"BEDDING CEREMONY!!!" Yep, it's all the Umbers.
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(WARNING LEMON)
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Barthogan stood before the bed, cup of wine in hand as Cassandra laid on the bed, as naked as the day she was born. Her full precious, luscious, and beautiful body on display for his eyes alone. Long smooth legs, wide hips fit for childbirth, large breasts fit to breastfeed a small village, and a big bush of smooth black hair between her legs.
"Come to me, husband." Cassandra pleaded, groping a breast as she stresses the word husband.
"Gladly, wife." He replies shedding his Armor, and dropping his breeches to reveal his own manhood.
Gripping it, and tugging it a few times, it grows to full length quickly. Truly the Cock of a Direwolf, large and thick, and long and strong. It throbs as he nears Cassandra's sexy naked form.
Climbing onto the bed, and slowly crawling towards his wife until their faces were inches apart.
''I've never seen anything more beautiful. To think this will be mine for my remaining years, that these beautiful breasts will feed my sons and daughters, that this belly will grow them, or that these lips will birth them.'' He says trailing a hand to her breasts, stomach, and sex as he lists off.
''I've never seen a man so strong, so big in all the right ways. Too think this is the sword that will only either be the one to satisfy my needy sheath, to hide its steel within me, to feed my body, and conceive our children.''Cassandra replies stroking his Cock with both hands.
Her touch causes it to throb almost painfully from excitement and expectation.
''Let me taste you first.'' Says Barthogan as he kisses her long and hard before giving her breast a light kiss, licking the teat and areola. Licking over it, under it, around it. Suckling it ever so slightly, while his fingers tease her slit.
Light moans escape her mouth.
Soon Barthogan switches breasts and repeats his process before his hand stops teasing her slit and starts probbing her ass.
Gradually Barthogan trails his tongue down past her belly to her bush where he parts her slit with one hand to slip his tongue inside before fingering her ass with both hands.
''Husband, please, I need you inside me now.'' Cassandra all but begs.
''So be it my sweet Doe.'' Barthogan replies as he lines himself up, looks for and receives permission, and....thrusts hard and deep inside her sheath with his Sword.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Theragfromthecrag
Theragfromthecrag gonna cap it there and your probably whining about Why would I, well simply put Lemons take a lot out of me. If your a guy you understand what I mean when I say you need your arousal at a certain level to write one, but once you peak it's like: ''not right now babe, tomorrow night.''.
That might be tmi but give it a go and you'll see. Anyway Gonna stall the next chapter to get some work done on The Dawn Will Come Part 2 for my story The War of The Roses. But this'll likely be updated first.
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